Arguably, the best day of the year is swiftly approaching, and we're already in full "add to cart" mode. Even though Prime Day doesn't officially land until July 16 and July 17, for true savings and deals, the best way to strategize is to start scoping out which sales have already begun. When it comes to Hoka sneakers—a much-coveted, often sold-out grail shoe—that goes tenfold. Here at Esquire, we're as close as you can get to Olympian athletes for Prime Day. We're always on top of the ball, staying up to date on the best deals, and right now, those deals are Hokas. Not all of the styles below are marked down right now, but a few are; the others, based on our years of Prime Day expertise, we're anticipating will drop in price, too. |
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Call it ego death, a vision quest, or just a stressed-out chef, but Carmy might've just changed for good. |
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Your kids, and their entire generation, are swimming in a never-ending stream of digital distractions. Every click is designed to grab their attention like metal to a magnet, and as the grown-up in charge, you have the Herculean task of luring them away! The problem isn't just with the pull of the Internet. Today's parents struggle with juggling all of life's priorities and responsibilities (work, home life, and maybe too much time going down their own digital rabbit hole, etc.) without the help of grandparents in the duplex downstairs or aunts and uncles around the corner. Here are some ways to steer kids away from TVs and tablets…and toward IRL fun. |
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These pocket-friendly styles hold all you need. |
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Soon after I started taking Testosterone a strange anguish took hold of me, a naturally talkative person. I heard my speaking voice drop, about an octave it seemed. Though this felt wonderful to me, it was also true I wasn't sure how my voice sounded now, generally. It was lower, but was it sufficiently… dudely? I suspected not, but I couldn't place what was wrong with it. I tried to listen to myself and drowned in terrible feelings, my ears seizing on my shrill laugh, my girly intonations. I gradually came to barely talk at all. I held back whatever I might have otherwise said. I avoided answering the phone. Meeting someone, I tended to smile but not speak. I worried about all this a lot. As I crossed two years on Testosterone, I'd look in the mirror and marvel at the man who blinked back. And yet, I remained hesitant to speak in public, afraid my voice would give me away and perhaps I'd find myself in danger. |
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